wah! (not) keen!

•September 30, 2015 • 2 Comments

So, it’s not that I’m now taking responsibility for news, I’m not weather woman. But I recently upgraded to a 6, so now I’ve got easy video. I thought Mr. Joaquin a great excuse to learn to use it. Of course I’m not real big on going out on the rain, so don’t expect much. But you might see some more video.

Here’s Sep 30, a preview of what’s happening here as this spanky Spaniard arrives, our unwelcome guest, expected to come into his full fury this weekend. #pleasegoouttosea

On assignment: Dorchester County

•September 27, 2015 • 7 Comments

Visited Dorchester County yesterday – Maryland’s largest county by land mass, but not so by population. Salt marsh, mostly – hundreds of thousands of acres of swirling, moving, shifting marsh land. Chesapeake bounty. Raw nature.

Historically vibrant towns and villages ever threatened by changing climate and rising seas. Independent, rugged, resilient communities, with ever decreasing numbers.

I was looking at the intersection of land and water and community, historic sites and communities versus the ever creeping tides.

The built environment, sinking into the marsh. Some 380 acres each year. The seas, rising. The times, a-changin’.

Cultural history shifts in front of our eyes. And the Harriet Tubman Educational Center is a beautiful new complex under construction, rising from the marsh like a phoenix. Fabulous.

can’t stop it

•September 24, 2015 • 4 Comments

So, autumn arrived right on schedule yesterday.

No matter how I try to adjust my thinking, clever twists in my head to make it all ok…sigh.

Goal today: don’t think about the long, cold, dark season looming. Look for the beauty. Be here now.


be it ever…

•September 13, 2015 • 5 Comments


Two Talbot Boys

•September 12, 2015 • 6 Comments

The horrible tragedy in South Carolina in June ignited a national conversation about the role of Confederate flags and memorials. Here in Talbot County, public discussion surrounds a statue on our Courthouse lawn. “The Talbot Boys” celebrates nine of our county’s Confederate soldiers, with no mention of Talbot County’s Union soldiers. Many want that statue removed. Others propose moving it to a different location. Hardly a week goes by without something about the Talbot Boys on the radio, in the newspapers or on social media. The Talbot Association of Clergy and Laity even held a public forum last week on the topic.

I heard a different story about Talbot Boys and the Civil War this week.

It’s no surprise that Talbot County was right in the center of the Mason Dixon line. Local communities were completely torn, brother against brother, cousin against cousin. I’m told that if you notice Civil War era brick houses, you’ll see that their gable ends were bricked up. Why? So the homeowners only had to protect two sides of their houses. Very difficult times.

True story. A returning Yankee soldier, coming home to Talbot, came across a wounded, dying Confederate soldier. He stopped and performed first aid – a tourniquet. The wounded soldier’s uniform must not have mattered so much to him at that point, so close to home.

Fast forward 36 years. An ad placed in the Star Democrat sought five sturdy logs, of a certain length and girth, to build a wooden boat. A man in Cambridge, MD responded, saying he might have the logs needed. When Charles Glendenning arrived at the house in Cambridge, and the door opened, that Union soldier from so many years before looked into the eyes of the Confederate soldier whose life he saved.

To this day, those five logs, carved and pegged, still form the hull of one of the oldest remaining log canoes on the Chesapeake Bay – #16, Island Lark, of St. Michaels.

Perhaps Island Lark herself is a fitting monument to all the Talbot Boys who fought on both sides of the war.

Thanks, Tad, for sharing the story.

And it’s not too late to see the last log canoe race of the season – on Sep 19. Look for Island Lark. From now on, whenever I see the log canoe fleet, it will be hard not to remember those two Eastern Shore boys, 114 years ago, right here in Talbot County.

you know you’re in Maryland when…

•September 1, 2015 • Leave a Comment

…you see crabs everywhere you look.




•August 30, 2015 • 2 Comments

I’ve sat around crab feasts where it’s considered rude to not eat whichever (lame) crab you first pull off the pile. If you grab it, you gotta eat it, whitey or not. Usually kids at those tables are scolded for trying to pick the best one.

And I’ve sat around crab feasts where it’s just fine to pick one up, feel its weight, drop it and check out a few more, where it’s perfectly fine to be very selective, even if you have to pick up every crab in the pile to be sure.

My house rules? The latter. We don’t need no stinkin’ rules for eating crabs. Knock yourself out.



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